Showing posts with label Sanctuary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sanctuary. Show all posts

06 August 2013

Stay-cations and Mobile Sanctuaries: Carving Out a Place of Peace



Too many people spend too much time trying to perfect something before they actually do it. Instead of waiting for perfection, run with what you know, and fix it along the way…
~ Paul Arden

In August, I’m participating in BlogHer’s Blogging Challenge.  The theme this month is: Hot.



T
his week, I decided to stop waiting for my perfect sanctuary.

With an unstable economy, more people are opting to explore local and regional areas rather than spending a lot of money on a long distance vacation.  And the stay-cation was born.

The same applies to my desire for sanctuary.  If I don’t have one where I live, perhaps I can find one near me?  At least once a month, I have breakfast with a close friend who lives an hour away and stay overnight in a nice hotel.  Does sound like much, but let me tell you ~ a night by myself in a comfort-tastic king size bed and a shower with the water pressure of Niagara Falls is a little slice of heaven.

What can I say?  I’m easy like Sunday morning.
  Image Credit: Pinterest

Carving Out a Place of Peace
But my soul (and body) get beaten down on a daily basis.  And one night a month wasn’t cutting it anymore.  So I’ve decided to schedule a three day weekend every month to travel somewhere new, somewhere peaceful to re-charge my artistic and spiritual batteries.  It doesn’t have to be fancy, it doesn’t have to be far away.  But it does have to be surrounded by beauty, nature, and peace.

For August, my “mobile” sanctuary is a week-long stay in D.C.  A week in in the city does not sound peaceful, but I will be staying in a friend’s apartment while she’s out of town.  So I’ll have solitude and quiet, not to mention a shorter commute, and an organic market within walking distance.  As for the nature and beauty aspect, Great Falls Park isn’t that far away, so I can get my waterfall fix.

Is it ideal?  No.  Will my artistic soul find some peace?  The proof will be in how much I am inspired to write.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

Where do you go to find sanctuary?  What do you do during a stay-cation?

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22 July 2013

Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling

Going to the mountains is going home.
~ John Muir


E
xcept that it isn’t raining.

Adjusting to life after Alaska has been surprisingly difficult.  At first I thought it must be the staying-up-until-midnight-because-it-looks-like-it’s-only-six habit + jet lag + the return to a lower elevation + the unexpected emergency room visit just three days after my return that was draining my energy and yet keeping me awake. 

Now I suspect, that in addition to all those factors, my recurring insomnia, ennui, and ongoing fatigue is also the result of what I’m calling “sanctuary deprivation.”

Drawing from a Dry Well
In the deepest recesses of my heart, I am an introvert.  Quite often, I draw energy from being around people, especially people who send me positive vibage.  What?  Shakespeare made up words!  But after a while, I need to find a quiet place to be alone to just meditate, re-center, and rest.  If I don’t, I get blue and cranky.

Very cranky.

Being in Alaska was such an interesting experience, one that changed me on a deep level.  I was surrounded by people, but they loved and accepted me.  And then I had moments of blissful alone time to absorb and reflect and create.  It was the best of both worlds ~ my two sides coming together perfectly.

As I mentioned last week, having a sanctuary is absolutely essential ~ to everyone, but especially to artistic souls.  And while my time in Alaska was healing, the dry well that had become my soul had many months of drought to overcome.  And sadly, I do not have a permanent sanctuary here at home.  So what little water had refilled the well has already been depleted by constant over-watering (smothering) and excessive heat (negativity).

Consequently, I am dangerously close to drawing up only sand again.

If Wishes Were Horses. . .
At this stage, I am not sure what the solution is.  My ideal would be to move somewhere with majestic mountains, gloriously green vistas, a waterfall or two, and hardly any people.  But financially and job-wise, that isn’t practical.  Plus, I still have to be relatively close to culture and my positive support system. 

Introvert and extrovert, remember?

The next ideal would be to own and run a bed and breakfast on an old farm.  That way, I have a short commute, I get to wake up, be creative and hospitable, and meet new people.  And I can schedule alone time.  Actually, this should be first on my list of solutions because it really is one of my dearest dreams.  So dear, that when I read about a couple who is doing just that, the woman sounded so much like me I couldn’t continue the article.  However, like most dreams, this one isn’t practical right now either.

The biggest problem with both these ideas is that they are doable, but only in the long term.  I need a short term save or the well will run dry, the crops will die, and I will be facing the creative and emotional equivalent of the Dust Bowl. 

And there my friends, is where I am stumped.  And I very much fear that until a solution can be found, I will continue to stay in the Land of Nod only three to four hours a night.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

Are you suffering from sanctuary deprivation?  How are you surviving?  Any ideas to breaking the drought cycle?


10 June 2013

The Artistic Soul: Finding Sanctuary

He appeared upon the upper platform, still bearing the gipsy in his arms, still running wildly along, still shouting 'Sanctuary!' and the crowd still applauding. At last he made a third appearance on the summit of the tower of the great bell. From thence he seemed to show exultingly to the whole city the fair creature he had saved; and his thundering voice, that voice which was heard so seldom, and which he never heard at all, thrice repeated with frantic vehemence, even in the very clouds, 'Sanctuary! Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
~ Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame


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very artist needs a sanctuary.

A place of positive energy where imagination and creativity can live and play without fear of judgment or censure.   A cocoon where your ideas can grow and evolve; a room of safety and nourishment.  A greenhouse for ideas.

There is a Season
A good gardener knows that you cannot transplant before the root system is established and the plant has grown strong enough to withstand the changing environment outside.  Put it in the ground too soon, and the sun will scorch the tiny leaves, and excess rain will drown and rot the tender roots.  But transplant at the right time, and the plant will adapt, grow, and thrive despite (or because of) Mother Nature’s volatile personality.

So too with creative ideas.  They need time to grow, and put down roots before being exposed to an outside opinion.

In other words, criticism is a lot like manure: too fresh, and the plants burn to death.  But put on at the right time, and you'll get the sweetest watermelons you've ever tasted!

In How I Wrote My First Book: The Story Behind the Story, author Christine Amsden quotes Orson Scott Card as saying that “before a writer can turn out worthy material, each one will generate at least one million words of pure crap.” 

Yes, there is a time for critiques, edits, ink-filled pages balled up in the trash, painted-over canvases, and discarded notes and lyrics.  But not when the ideas are just beginning to sprout.  You need the time and the space to create your one million words/canvases/music notes of crap. 

And you can’t do that unless you have a sanctuary.

Definition
So just what is a sanctuary?

The Etymology Dictionary defines “sanctuary” as
from Late Latin sanctuarium "a sacred place, shrine,” also "a private room.”  By medieval Church law, fugitives or debtors enjoyed immunity from arrest in churches, hence transferred sense of "immunity from punishment" (late 14c.).

General (non-ecclesiastical) sense of "place of refuge or protection" is attested from 1560s; as "land set aside for wild plants or animals to breed and live" it is recorded from 1879. Under English law, one claiming the right of sanctuary had 40 days to confess and accept permanent banishment.
So not just any greenhouse, but a sacred, private greenhouse, free from punishment.


Ahhh, if only!

Sanctuary. . .from Who or What?
Some artists are blessed enough to have such a room or studio, a place where they can imagine and create undisturbed.  This would be Elysium, and for most artists, it seems just as elusive.  So what if you can’t afford ~ either in time or money ~ such a sacred space?

The key phrase in the definition is free from punishment. 

Even if your sanctuary is a desk in the corner of the living room, or a spot at the kitchen table (some artists actually create better when surrounded by chaos), the most important aspect is that it is designated as an “Artistic Zen Zone.”  While you are imagining and creating, no one is allowed to look at your work in progress.  No one is allowed to criticize, comment, or otherwise offer negative opinions ~ no matter how “helpful” they may seem.

And that “no one” includes you.

Because, let’s be honest.  Our harshest critic is sitting in our chair, looking at the blank page/canvas/etc and saying,  
“You can’t do this.” 
“It’s been done before, and by better artists.” 
“Who wants to read what you think?”
“Your mother/father was right: you should have majored in business.”
Nuh uh.  Not allowed.  As Bob Newhart would say, “Stop It!”

Far from the maddening crowd. . .and nosy family members!
Imagining the Good
Artists are blessed with vivid, very active imaginations.  Mine runs like a film, complete with soundtrack, almost 24/7.  So why do we use this incredible power to imagine what we cannot or should not do!? 

I will be the first to admit my guilt here.  I am very good at imagining all the negative things people will say about anything I write, or wear, or cook, or think.  So good at it in fact, that I feel the negative emotions that comes from the imagined criticisms.  This is not healthy, either for the creative spirit, or the body. 

If the whole point of imagining is to bring that imagined idea, story, character, etc, into existence, then by imagining the negative, we are bringing that idea into existence.  If you imagine that you can’t write that novel, then you won’t.  If you don’t believe in it, it doesn’t have a chance.

So, first rule of the creative sanctuary?  You don’t talk about “I can’t.”  The second rule?  Let go and plant as many imagnative seeds as you want.

There will be plenty of time for weeding and pruning later in the season.

Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela

Do you have a sanctuary?  What does it look like?